Where I live there are three great museums just around the corner - the so called Pinakotheks. And today - sunday - you can get in for free. Nice!

Usually I don’t care about the other visitors - I am not much of a people watcher. My ears are protected by some good music against the general chatter and noise. Give me art or give me death.

But today an old lady caught my eye. She slowly made her way through the gallery, heavily relying on her walking stick. But she always seemed to know where she wanted to go, seeking out some old paintings she seemed very fond off. Walking around was hard work for her, she often paused and sat down to catch her breath. But once she reached ‘her’ painting all the effort was worth it. Her eyes widened and she caressed the image with her glance like an old friend.

I was very touched by her love and passion for art. The old paintings seemed to recharge her spirit and give her timeless joy. Her posture changed - almost like some weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

I am pretty sure this kind of joy is special for her - since it was hard work to get through the Pinakothek with it’s huge rooms and many stairs. She didn’t do it for ‘fun’ or ‘entertainment’ - such pleasures are easier consume by switching on the telly.

I just hope that I have the same passion and stamina to get my weekly dose of art when I am an old fart. Art is able to give us joy, beauty and ecstasy that can lift our spirits and touch our soul although our minds and bodies are already on the way out …